death
-
There’s the repaired swivel chairon the patio still ableto hold your weight, and there’s the morning breezebrushing past your cheek, and there’s the presenceof the Japanese mapletransplanted long agofrom your father’s backyard. Now you’re gettingused to things that will notbe happening again— from now on never to lookinto a pair of eyessaying, Let’s go somewhereand… Read more
-
First, I gave all living speciesthe ability to speak with each other. You may have already noticedthat now even a routineHow’s your day going ?with a squirrel makesboth of you feel amazing. Now, all of nature’s squeaks,growls, and murmurs, areneighborly complaints about the weather,comments on last night’s moon,or maybe a little gossip. I hope you’ve… Read more
-
I dream I’ve just come upa steep sand dune when I see her on the beachtossing a multicolored ball back and forth with friends.My heart sings! I walk along the water’s edgeand there she is again. I go to her and ask,How did you survive? She smiles andshakes her head. Tears of joy—It’s true, she’s… Read more
Selected Poems by Tom Crider 